Door Number Three (Thursday Doors)

A cluster of doorson my walk today—back home,I sit quietly,going through all the photos.I can still feel the cold wind. Short days now—fallingleaves, faded flowers, colorsleft behind till spring–is that why darkness catchesmy eye, stands out, makes me pause? What lies behind thesedoors? A magic kingdom wherewild geese preen feathers,wings floating you across thethreshold into … Continue reading Door Number Three (Thursday Doors)